Wednesday, May 7, 2008

Thirst

It hasn’t rained in Fort Davis since Thanksgiving. Think about that for 2 seconds. Christmas and New Year’s came and went. We arrived out here in January. Mom and Dad visited in February. We left for a trip to the West Coast in March, and were gone a month – most of it in the Motel 6 in Nogales.

I know it can be boring to talk about the weather, but Thanksgiving was a long time ago. That’s a long time for it not to rain.

All that changed on Monday night.

The clouds rolled in in the late afternoon, as they often do:

(They don’t call it High Sky Country out here for nothing…)

But this time,

Bam!

Crash!

Kapow!!

(That’s the Church in the Mountains, across the street from our house. You don’t think they should worry, do you? That lightning is striking right through their steeple? )

It was a spectacular storm, accompanied by a steady, heavy, drenching rain. The likes we’ve not seen since, well, since November.

I bet it was the last photo that we were waiting on though, wasn't it? The one where you are drinking the beer, because Lord knows you have that can't-drink-until-after-noon rule. Or is that somebody else??

Actually, I was waiting for the sun to move in the sky, to shine on the plants in our yard from the right angle. The sun took a long time to do so. Silly sun.

And no, I have no problem drinking before noon, if my Art requires it. That particular beer, though, was about the last thing I wanted at that point in the day, after far too much wine last night. (Do I see a pattern developing here?) But, I duly did my duty, in the name of Art.

Your photos are something special. I love hard weather. Watching black, angry clouds make a cauldron of the sky and hearing the crack of thunder at the instant a lightening bolt rips across the sky lays bare the humility in me.

And I love Tecate beer with lime. It's a lot like hard weather with wine.

Speak!

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Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.

We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.